After Ye Qiu noticed that the vermilion blood coffin was shaking, he prepared to communicate with Lao Jiu. Unexpectedly, a gap appeared in the coffin lid in the next second, and Lao Jiu's voice rang in Ye Qiu's ears.
"Did you get that golden coffin?" Lao Jiu asked.
"Yeah." Ye Qiu hummed.
"Very good!" Lao Jiu followed: "That demon boy has an aura that I am very familiar with. It's a pity that I haven't found it in my physical body, so I can't remember many things."
"You take him to a quiet place and I will give him a blessing."
Ye Qiu was stunned for a moment. Could it be that this was Hu Zi's opportunity?
Thinking of this, Ye Qiu said: "Huzi, you come with me, the others stay where they are."
After taking two steps, Ye Qiu thought of the little white fox in his arms again and was about to throw it down.
Unexpectedly, the little white fox seemed to have noticed what Ye Qiu wanted to do. It grabbed Ye Qiu's clothes with its claws and said, "Ye Changsheng, don't leave me. I want to follow you."
"Don't worry, if you stay here, no one will hurt you." Ye Qiu advised.
"I don't care, I have to follow you anyway." The little white fox said, "Only by following you can I feel safe."
Do you want a sense of security or a sense of comfort?
Ye Qiu thought about it and realized that this little white fox was not very cultivated and should not dare to mess around, so there was no harm in taking it with him.
"Okay, but you have to listen to me and don't do anything random."
After Ye Qiu finished explaining, he took Huzi into the depths of the forest and found a secluded place.
"Master, why didn't you see Baihua Fairy?" Huzi asked.
Ye Qiu smiled and said: "Yue'er and Luluo went to Qingyun Sword Sect, and now they are disciples of Qingyun Sword Sect."
"Yueer?" Huzi was confused.
Ye Qiu smiled and said: "Yue'er is the Baihua Fairy, and by the way, she is also your master's wife."
Huzi said: "When I was in the secular world, Changmei told me more than once in private that he said Baihua Fairy would become my master wife sooner or later. I didn't believe it at the time, but now it seems that Changmei is still awesome!"
Ye Qiu smiled and said, "Huzi, I have a friend who wants to meet you."
"When you see him later, you should have a better attitude."
"Especially don't conflict with him verbally."
After saying that, Ye Qiu opened the Qiankun bag, and the next second, a vermilion blood coffin appeared out of thin air.
"Ye Changsheng, why do you still have a coffin on you?" the little white fox asked doubtfully.
Ye Qiu ignored the little white fox, looked at the scarlet blood coffin and said: "Lao Jiu, come out!"
Bang——
The coffin lid was removed, the blood boiled, and a strong smell of blood hit his face, like a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
Immediately afterwards, a broken arm flew out from inside.
When the severed arm appeared, Huzi and the little white fox exclaimed at the same time: "The strong demon!"
Although it was just a broken arm, Huzi felt a terrible pressure from that broken arm.
That kind of majesty comes from the absolute suppression of blood.
He had a strong intuition that this severed arm was probably more terrifying than the elders of the demon clan.
As for the little white fox, the hair all over its body was exploding, and it was huddled in Ye Qiu's arms, staring solemnly at the broken arm.
The broken arm gave her a strong sense of oppression, as if it was not a broken arm, but a peerless demon king.
"Boy, you are very good."
Broken Arm suddenly spoke.
Huzi was startled and took two steps back, looking at the broken arm in horror.
"I... didn't scare you, did I?" Broken Arm spoke again.
Didn't it scare me? Didn't you see?
Oh, you have no eyes.
Ye Qiu said: "Huzi, why don't you pay your respects to your senior soon?"
Only then did Hu Zi come back to his senses, bowed to the broken arm and bowed, and said, "Hu Zi pays homage to the senior, what should I call him?"
"What do you call me... To be honest, I forgot my name." Broken Arm followed: "I haven't seen anyone from the demon clan for a long time. You have an aura that I am very familiar with. You seem to be an old friend... Alas,
I can’t remember.”
"Not much to say, meeting each other is fate."
"I will teach you a skill."
After Broken Arm finished speaking, he appeared in front of Huzi in an instant, as if cutting through time and space, and then pointed his finger at the center of Huzi's eyebrows.
Suddenly, Huzi remained motionless as if he had been cast a restraining spell.
After a while.
Broken Arm retracted his fingers and said: "The cultivation techniques have been imprinted on your soul. You can practice slowly in the future."
"Oh, I remembered it. This skill is called "The Heavenly Demon Canon"."
"It's just that my body is not intact and my memory is limited. I only remember the first level of cultivation methods. I hope that if you have the opportunity in the future, you can find all the subsequent cultivation methods."
"Okay, I'm going to rest."
After Lao Jiu finished speaking, he returned to the scarlet blood coffin. With a "bang" sound, the coffin lid closed.
"Thank you, senior." Huzi said gratefully.
Although the technique was incomplete, he clearly felt that the "Devil's Canon" was extremely extraordinary.
Ye Qiu put the vermilion blood coffin into the Qiankun bag and was about to pat Huzi on the shoulder, when he suddenly realized that Huzi was much taller than him.
"You kid, your body grows very fast. If you were in the secular world, with your height, you would definitely be a good player at basketball."
Ye Qiu didn't notice that the little white fox in his arms was filled with shock.
""The Heavenly Demon's Canon"!"
"This broken arm actually knows the "Devil's Ceremony"!"
"How can this be?"
Thinking of this, the little white fox couldn't help but ask Ye Qiu: "Ye Changsheng, who is that broken arm?"
Ye Qiu said: "I don't know."
He really didn't know the origin of Lao Jiu. The only thing he could be sure of was that Lao Jiu came from the demon clan.
Moreover, he is still super strong.
Otherwise, it would be impossible to easily destroy a master like Qin Jian Xian.
"You don't know? Who are you lying to? I don't want to let it go." The little white fox didn't believe it at all, thinking that Ye Qiu was perfunctory.
"I really don't know the origin of Lao Jiu. I met him by chance. Moreover, there are many things that Lao Jiu can't remember." Ye Qiu said: "I only know that he was once a strong man of the demon clan.
"
The little white fox rolled his eyes: "Nonsense, who doesn't know that the person who masters the "Devil's Canon" must be a strong demon clan."
Ye Qiu's heart stirred: "You seem to know something about the "Devil's Canon"?"
The little white fox said proudly: "Want to know? Please ask me."
"It's impossible, please, but..." Ye Qiu suddenly slapped the little white fox on the butt.
"Oh~ good..." The little white fox originally wanted to say that it felt good, but suddenly remembered that Hu Zi was still beside him and swallowed back the last word.
"Tell me quickly." Ye Qiu shouted.
The little white fox then said: "As far as I know, the "Devil's Canon" is the strongest technique of the demon clan."
"General demons are not qualified to practice this technique, nor do they have the opportunity to practice it. Only the demon masters of the past generations can practice it."
Ye Qiu's face was full of shock: "You mean, Lao Jiu was once a demon lord?"
